Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Qatar and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Country Joe & The Fish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cowsills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Slits,
Connie Case,
R.M.O.,
Iggy Pop,
The Pretty Things,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
The Dirtbombs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Wells,
the Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Juan Atkins,
Alison Limerick,
Quadrant,
Neu!,
The Stooges,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mad Mike,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Aswad,
Lucky Dragons,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Oneida,
The Sound,
Deakin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Velvet Underground,
Warren Ellis,
JFA,
Scan 7,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerrie Biddell,
Procol Harum,
Alton Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Sex Pistols,
Yellowson,
Flipper,
Goldenarms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Supertramp,
Trumans Water,
Dorothy Ashby,
Letta Mbulu,
Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gichy Dan,
The Residents,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.